My story “Grandmother Two Tongue,” appears in Ottawa’s Front&Centre magazine #25. Buy here!
Grandmother Two Tongue slipped 60 years of needles into our veins with steady hands. Her uniform passed through a kaleidoscope of shades but kept its razor creases, her hair always the same mahogany sculpture.
“Spike this vein for me,” the doctor would say to Grandmother Two Tongue.
“With pleasure,” she’d say and off she’d go down the assembly line—immunizations, blood samples, children, adults, all the same measured thrust downwards, the same smile, the same “be a good girl,” “be a good boy,” “don’t move, I’m trying to help you,”—a saccharin precision robot.